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I had a busy day today to make up for yesterday. Woke up early (8:00) and walked down to the Tate Britain (3 miles). It was a long ass walk; my feet are officially dead right now. I literally don't want to walk again.
But it was great and I'm really glad I did it. For the first time since I arrived I walked along the Thames and saw the London Eye, Big Ben, Parliament, Westminster Abbey--all the touristy stuff. I'll probably go back again when the weather's nicer (if it ever gets nicer).
Then I went to the Tate Britain which was great. They had a ton of old masters work which I love love love. A couple pieces I saw there just blew me away. I just couldn't stop staring at them, they were unbelievable. This one landscape painting looked so life-like I simply could not believe it was a painting.
The big thing there was a watercolo(u)r exhibition. Some of it was absolutely amazing--so detailed and beautiful. But a lot of the colors were washed out. Everything started to look the same. But I guess if you paint as much as that guy did you're bound to start repeating yourself sometime. And a lot of his stuff, I'm sorry, but I could have done that when I was 6 years old. It would literally be a yellow circle and a green line--sun and tree. Oooh so amazing. Let's put it in a museum. Not.
They also had some modern art which I'm not too fond of. Some of the stuff like the sculptures were kinda cool. But there were also a lot of big canvases with stripes and circles.
Moving on, they did have a few installation art pieces which I really liked. One of my favorites had columns of flowers pressed against glass. The piece changes over time as the flowers die and fall the floor. Pretty deep. And then, my favorite of the day, was an area full of oranges in the middle of the room. It was meant to represent... I don't remember what, some pseudointellectual bullshit like the changing of time in a consumer-driven market as compared to um my mom. But anyway, people are supposed to take an orange and then something profound will apparently happen. Point is.. free orange! Free admission AND free fruit.
Then I walked toward West End to try and get tickets to an afternoon show (bomb threats can't scare me). But as I was walking I stumbled upon the Gay Pride Parade in Trafalgar Square. I've lived in New York for 2 years and this was my first time at a Gay Pride Parade--there's something wrong with that statement. All the streets were closed down, people were everywhere. The crowd was huge. It was a lot of fun. There definitely were a lot of characters out (as you'll see in the pictures).
So then I tried to get some show tickets but the cheapest seats they had were more than I wanted to spend. Oh, well. I've accomplished a lot today as it is.
On the way home I went to the grocery store. I did not realize how un-American the British are. There was like NO junk food there (just like at all the other grocery stores I've been to here. And I've been to a few). There was some candy, some weird biscuit-cookie things, and gross vinegar potato chips. But nothing like you'd see at home. No aisle filled with jumbo family size potato chips, king size bags of M+Ms, gallons of ice cream. Oh my god! I just realized... NONE of the stores I've been to have a frozen food section whatsoever, which means no ice cream. WTF!! No ice cream! No wonder the Brits are so much thinner than we are!
Okay, anyway, back to my original point... so I wasn't even looking for huge, American-sized snacks. All I wanted was a little bag of pretzels or a little bag of mini rice cakes. Pretty simple, right? I've just been having salt cravings the past few days and just needed something to munch on. But they had nothing. NOTHING. Well, maybe they did and their weird packaging/names for food threw me. I'll have to check again before I definitively say they have no pretzels on the premises.
God, I could use a Target run right about now...